𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

Y/n was lounging in an armchair at the hotel, her tail elegantly trailing over her long legs, when an angel sauntered up to her, a flask of liquor in his hands. "Oh hey, toots, how are you?" he asked, sitting down by her side, then flinching as her tail curled around his thigh.

"Just fine, just got back from hunting in the Ring of Rage. I met Lucifer though," she said, shrugging before lifting her hands to display the muscles that rippled in her chest and arms. Angel nearly drooled right there, but composed himself and smiled wryly. "Oh really, Lucifer? And what is the big devil himself doing in the Ring of Rage and not in his castle?" he asked.

"I don't know, he just said he wanted to meet," she replied, cutting herself off as Charlie hurried downstairs, a bag of her clothes in her hands. "Oh hey there, Charlie," Y/n called out as the blonde girl turned to face her, a smile spreading across her pale face. "Y/N, there you are! Me and Vaggie were worried about you yesterday!"

Y/n hums but freezes as soon as she hears Alastor's breathing. "Oh yes, there you are, Y/n dear. I thought you wanted to have dinner with me yesterday, but you never showed up," he said, leaning closer to her, almost falling over him off the couch. Angel glared at the pink, berry demon.

She groans and swats him away, hitting his cheek lightly. He smiles wider and steps away, letting her rise to her feet. She lashes her tail. "I was fine, Alastor, but I would like to have dinner later though," she turned to Charlie. "I have a feeling you're going to heaven right to see the court." Charlie nodded instantly and Y/n smiled before she leaned forward and brushed Charlie's cheek with her claws. "Be careful, dear. I would hate if Lucifer himself were to come down here and see what happens with his dearest daughter."

Charlie giggled. "Yes, ma'am," before she hugged Y/n and then they walked away. Y/n stared after them, and Alastor came up to them, laying a hand on their shoulders. "Do not worry so much, dear Charlie is the princess of Hell after all, and Vaggie is there to protect her as well. I'm sure they'll get it right," he said.

Y/n nodded but didn't say anything, brushing Alastor's hand off her shoulder before taking the stairs to her room and closing the door. Angel and Husk shared a look before the spider demon sighed. "I'll go and check on her," he said before slipping upstairs.

He soon came to her room and knocked softly. "Darling, do you want to talk?" he asked. Y/n grumbled from inside and stood, the door sliding open revealing the beautiful siren demon lying in her bed. She was usually dressed in her pretty gown but today it was buttoned up, more of a light shirt with a high collar than her usual black attire.

Angel swallowed the feeling of arousal that had already begun to grow, shaking his head. Now is not the time. I can pleasure her later if she truly desires, he thought before approaching her. Placing one hand on her knee as he sat on her bed, he spoke softly. "Hello there. Do you want to talk? What happened earlier? Don't you want to see Charlie? Is that it?"

Y/n stayed silent, gazing out at the moonlight filtering through the window before finally hoisting herself onto her rump and turning to him. "It's not her, it's just that... I don't know if I want to see Lucien again, but something tells me I have to."

Angel winces slightly at the mention of the King of Hell himself, staring at her intently. "You really met him, did you?" he asks, and Y/n nods. "Something about him was... captivating in a way. He flirted heavily, not that I didn't enjoy it, but I have never before been seen in the eyes of royalty. It felt strange," she says, scratching her arms as the sleeves of her garment flash a bit.

Angel took her hands in one of his and gallantly kissed it. "You know, I can flirt too, if you'd like," he asked, his eyes flashing with desire.

Y/n smirked and kissed his hand in return. "I know, dear, I know. But you do it with artifice. He was genuine," Angel felt a twinge of hurt beginning to blossom in his chest, but he suppressed it. Y/n didn't realize what she was getting into. He cupped her cheek and bit his lip with sharp teeth. "Oh, come on, dear. I can pleasure you much better than the King of Hell can, trust me."